do not grind your own soul into the ocean for her -that self-effacing, shallow-studded hare- with her teeth caught on ribbons & her mouth stitched close with sparks & hurricanes as constant escaping prisoners. do not grind your own skull into the ocean for her, i know your head must swim of hearts caught on fish-hooks & her ink drowning in your fingertips, you can't let yourself hurt under her false silver knives. with our sore tongues & sore thoughts tumbling above us, becoming stars in our chests, I'll remember you always,